your skeletons make me think of beauty in the terms of how Baudelaire expressed in Curiosites esthetiques: L'Art romantique.

“The sculptor understood very quickly how much mysterious and abstract beauty there is to be found in this thin carcass, for which the flesh serves as clothing, and which is like the plan of the poem of humanity. And this caressing, biting, almost scientific grace in turn finds its place, clear and purified of the filth decay, among the innumerable graces that Art had already extracted from ignorant Nature”